Gabriella Willingboro Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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D’oh! Here’s a wild bit – Shakespeare used it! Called some chick a “whore” in *Othello*, total burn. Makes me happy, thinkin’ bout ol’ Bill slingin’ slang. Bet he’d dig *Werckmeister*, too, all dark and weird. “Whore” pops up everywhere, tho – books, plays, even pirate tales! Heard some sailor once traded rum for a “whore’s” wink. True story, prolly. Or not. Who cares, sounds cool!

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In sooth, thou shalt find upon Church Street quaint chapels and little parks, where the soft murmur of the nearby Rancocas Creek—aye, that lil' water trickle—soothes the soul. Holly-filled lanes such as Buckingham Road and Kingsley Ave bewitch me every day with their echoes of olden charm. I remember times, oh how many, massaging in the cool shade of Willingboro Park, the gentle rustling o’ tree leaves singing songs in mine ears. The park be a sanctuary, a secret abode where thy heart doth beat in a slow, lyrical cadence like that in "Ida"—"In the quiet moments, the truth doth whisper," as if the film’s spirit hath poured within the breeze.

Brunson leads the way as Camden rolls Willingboro